"CATCH YOU LACKIN'" lyrics
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
I don't take shit lightly, give a fuck if you don't like me play, get bitch slapped
I was poppin' my shit, talk slick, was a menace in the bits way before I even did rap
Talk nuff, but you ain't even like that
They get active online, I don't type back
Shit's meady, why would you hype that?
I'm the one to set pace, I don't fight back
Yeah, ooh, comin' like boo-boo the fool
Bitches be thinking they're cool, take me school
Pull up, I'm making 'em drool
VVS wet as a pool, wahum to you?
Face pretty and I got a nice figure
Get niggas but I don't like niggas
Sis gets bands, I'm tight with her
Lick a bitch down for my bitch, get dyke for 'er
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Ride for my bitches, I ride for my sis
Don't care if she's wrong, it is what it is
Bitches is mad, ball up your fist
Think you're on piss, get hit in your shit
Bitches is Arthur, that's just what it gives
What's there to address? You know where I live
They know that I'm raw, they ain't the got the rizz
You don't want smoke, go 'bout ya biz
Know some bad bitches from Tivoli
Fuckin' with who, is you shittin' me?
Bitches my sons, you're kidding me
Ain't even dissing, I'm glad that you mimic me
Grew up in south and it made me a soldier
Rock with the youngers and fuck with the olders
Speaking on me, best look over your shoulder
'Cause when I pop out you know that it's over
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Whip your bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
What would you do for love?
When have you been taught how to love or know what real love is?
To know what it feels like to be desired and I mean really desired, truly cherished
To be anxious, to be avoidant but never really truly secure
Is this person really for me? I'm not so sure
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
I don't take shit lightly, give a fuck if you don't like me play, get bitch slapped
I was poppin' my shit, talk slick, was a menace in the bits way before I even did rap
Talk nuff, but you ain't even like that
They get active online, I don't type back
Shit's meady, why would you hype that?
I'm the one to set pace, I don't fight back
Yeah, ooh, comin' like boo-boo the fool
Bitches be thinking they're cool, take me school
Pull up, I'm making 'em drool
VVS wet as a pool, wahum to you?
Face pretty and I got a nice figure
Get niggas but I don't like niggas
Sis gets bands, I'm tight with her
Lick a bitch down for my bitch, get dyke for 'er
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Ride for my bitches, I ride for my sis
Don't care if she's wrong, it is what it is
Bitches is mad, ball up your fist
Think you're on piss, get hit in your shit
Bitches is Arthur, that's just what it gives
What's there to address? You know where I live
They know that I'm raw, they ain't the got the rizz
You don't want smoke, go 'bout ya biz
Know some bad bitches from Tivoli
Fuckin' with who, is you shittin' me?
Bitches my sons, you're kidding me
Ain't even dissing, I'm glad that you mimic me
Grew up in south and it made me a soldier
Rock with the youngers and fuck with the olders
Speaking on me, best look over your shoulder
'Cause when I pop out you know that it's over
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Head crackin', lil bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol whip yo bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
Whip your bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
What would you do for love?
When have you been taught how to love or know what real love is?
To know what it feels like to be desired and I mean really desired, truly cherished
To be anxious, to be avoidant but never really truly secure
Is this person really for me? I'm not so sure
Writer(s): Thyra Oji, Harry Gough
